First Time Nudist Stories
Funny nude beach experience
Hello everyone, my name is Adele and I would like to say a few words about my nudist family trip to one of the European resorts. Nothing fancy, my family is not rich so we cannot afford going off to the nude beaches of Italy or France, but we found our cute getaway in Croatia and it has been keeping us happy for the past ten years or so.
I had been sincerely enjoying nude family pastimes with my old folks for solid nine years, but when I had turned 18 I thought hey, what the hang, shouldn’t I be spending my first adult (sort of) summer with a bunch of friends dancing my ass off somewhere on Ibiza? This didn’t happen, as you can figure out, for some family matters intervened like they usually do. I was so prepared to be bored stiff in the company of my folks. Well, this is the way it all happened, more or less, with only occasional exceptions. One of such brief excursions to the fun of the fare took place right on the nude beach that my parents and I knew only too well.
I could draw a map of the place with my eyes shut, perhaps, so nothing could really thrill me. I wandered off some distance from where my mom and dad were lodged, happy in their zone of comfort and eager to stay as motionless as they could. This sort of stagnation buggered the shit out of me, and I was all set to walk off as far as I could.
This I did, until I think I reached the end of the nude beach which didn’t really matter as there was nothing but bare rocks there. Of course, I was not wearing a single piece of clothing on me; I loved exposing my bum and tits to the subtle breeze and the sun of the Adriatic. Sometimes when I was starting to break a sweat I would dip into water and cool off. It felt great feeling the water twirl around my nipples and making them hard, and the feeling wouldn’t wear off until several minutes later!
Smack behind one of them I stumbled across a couple of guys slightly older than me – they were wearing their swimming trunks and basking in the sun at some distance from each other, and by the looks of it they had been halfway through their sixpack of beer by the moment I saw them. The first thing that came to my mind was that I got myself in trouble rather bad and that I ought to walk away as quickly as I can; I brought a towel along so I flung that around myself to hide my nudity, I think, before they noticed me.
The next thing I thought was less panicky and more frivolous – a couple of dudes in a secluded spot by the seaside all by themselves… Gays! But before I could either walk on or walk away back to where I came from, one of the guys sat up and I recognized his face; he was our hotel neighbor, I saw him during breakfasts quite often. He screwed his eyes and hailed me; I had no other option but to at least nod. He said something to his friend and jumped up on his feet. I couldn’t help admiring his physical form and the swiftness and easiness of the catlike motion.
He came up and introduced himself and his friend; his name was Paul and I cannot recollect what was the name of the other guy; he sounded real nice and polite. He asked me what I was doing there, and I told him some cock and bull story about my parents being lodged just a few meters away behind the bushes, just in case. All throughout our short conversation I kept on thinking whether or not they had time to see that I was nude underneath my towel; perhaps I looked weird wearing it wrapped around me like that anyways, for the day was real hot for that sort of coverage. In any event, I felt his friend’s evasive looks on me and I noticed the vivid interest on Paul’s side in me, if you get my drift. At that point I thought it was better that I went off and joined my parents; I said good-bye to the guys, my hear thumping somewhere in my throat with apprehensions that I couldn’t help despite the good manners both of them displayed. But right when I was turning on my heels and gave my long wet hair that, you know, sexy twist, the fringe of my towel flapping and me providing the juiciest upskirt ever! I blushed, though I had been a nudist all my life, it is somehow different when you are at least partially dressed and then some very intimate part of your body shows by chance.
I am pretty damn sure they both saw my derriere and my pussy alright this time, I heard them exclaiming in hushed voice when they thought I was out of the earshot. As I was approaching our beach I felt more and more confident and in the end I felt quite adventurous about it.
I then saw both guys at breakfast briefly and once – on the beach, they obviously came to gawk but not really chill out, for they were still wearing boxers and went away pretty damn soon – people on nude beaches do not feel happy about intruders in textiles. They gave me a nod of cheering but that was about it, perhaps that was because I was keeping to my old folks… That’s one of my stories, but I’ve some more to share, so maybe one day… Cheers everyone!